Freya’s pov
He looked at me as if waiting for my reaction.
I looked at the chess match and then smiled to myself, realizing where I went wrong.
He is good, I will give him that.
I looked at the Alpha King and then gave him my best smile.
“What? You want me to come back home?” Andrew asked his father.
“Yes, I personally came here to get you back home. You should pack your bags, and we will leave in a few days. Make sure to say your goodbyes,” the Alpha King added.
I looked at Andrew, who bowed his head and then nodded.
“Of course, father,” he answered in a monotone.
That’s it, no putting up a fight or questioning it.
He didn’t even think twice; he just agreed to it right away.
Sitting here, right now, it does make me wonder.
Is it because of the control his father has o
